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Asgaror
Ásgarðr Karjalainen, son of Ingólfr
| Name | Asgaror |
|---|---|
| Occupation | Wanderer |
| Age | Around thirty |
| Race | Man |
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| Residence | Eriador |
| Kinship | None |
| Outward Appearance | Ásgarðr, (pronounced As-gar-or, ð is seen as a 'd', though he pronounces it as an 'o') is clearly a man of the North. You can tell by his large stature, some see him as a 'brute'.
A beastly looking man he is, be it due to his predominant use of animal-made clothing or his roaring voice and wild, long hair. It matters not.
He is often hooded to disguise himself in foreign lands. And when he has his hood lowered, mostly inside a tavern or such, he tries to cover the two large scars on the upper left side of his face, near his temple.
His clear blonde hair is long and braided, sometimes he prefers to have it in a ponytail. Each braid contains a metal ring, serving as decoration. His eyes, they are bright, light blue.
He is often seen in the clothing of his tribe, from which the name is unknown to many. The outfit consists of a chainmail or a mixture of cloth and leather, leather archery gauntlets, a leather belt which carries a war axe and a secondary weapon, hunting knife, a coin pouch and a waterskin, his leather leg protection, his muddy leather boots with steel protection for the toes and his rugged cloak with a hunting bow strapped tightly atop of it. And, of course, a quiver.
Now that you have got a decent look of this intimidating man of the Ice bay, I won't tell you much more about his appearance. You should find out yourself, if you get the chance to meet him.
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Background
In the freezing, biting colds of midwinter, Forochel - Birth was given to Ásgarðr by a woman which name is yet unknown.
The child was healthy and did not suffer from the cold as much as most did, he grew hair swiftly and his jaw was strong. For he crushed bones with bare teeth.
Hunting, that was his favourite occasion. His father, Ingólfir, who is head of the tribe, took the young boy with him when the huntsmen went to search for their potluck.
Ásgarðr was very talented with the bow, his sight was sharp and his muscles grew by the day it seemed. Father Ingólfir was proud of his youngest son for he was well fed and could even beat his own trainers in a spar. It was time to use this strong, adventuring soul.
For the time came that the tribe was becoming rich and overcrowded, so the fathers had to send their youngest sons off to explore the Southern lands of which they had heard so many tales.
The South seemed to contain riches and beautiful women and so the young men, including Ásgarðr, began their adventure into the unknown world of Eriador. - Thrid age, 3019.
| Friends | |
|---|---|
| Relatives | He rarely talks about them. |
| Rivals/Enemies | Most 'Southlanders' are rivals to him, not really enemies. |
| Loves | Winter, mead, spirits, sparring and, of course, women. |
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| Hates | Men that try to invade the land that is occupied by his tribe, injustice, silly laws |
| Motivation | Finding riches in Southern lands and defending the pride of his tribe. |
| Quotes | "And he struck fifteen men to death with his blade!" - When Ásgarðr told Riggvar about the great deeds of his uncle, Hjortr. |
Asgaror's Adventures
| Logbook of the wanderer - Just some notes | 13 years 6 months ago |
| The glory of vengeance | 13 years 6 months ago |
| Logbook of the wanderer Part two - Friends and enemies | 13 years 6 months ago |
| Logbook of the wanderer Part one - Chopping off hands and bleeding men | 13 years 6 months ago |
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